Dear Diary,
Everyone on my account has a chance to love somebody. Nobody wants to talk to me.. I'm just the ugly broken girl. A few girls had there boyfriends beat me up for just standing there. I have a bruised rib and broken hand. I hot cuts, bruises, and gashes to go along with my scars. I want to love somebody. I want to somebody to care and protect me. That's all I want.. I love you</3
Mirror, Mirror, on my wall, I just want to be pretty, thin, and tall..
Mirror, Mirror, If I change my hair, maybe someone will start to care..
Mirror, Mirror, If I starve myself, atleast I'll be beautiful, forget my health..
Mirror, Mirror, If I cut my wrist, will it feel like I exist?
Mirror, Mirror, don't you see? What you show is ruining me?
Love,
Joy Rivers
